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  • yarn-yogi
    05.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    I definitely headcanon that Kaz and Inej end up with adopted children.

    The Wraith Captain rescues so many kidnapped children on the seas, and not all of them are going to have families to be returned to.

    If they're older, perhaps she can take them on as crew members, if they'd like. But the young ones need to find more stable homes.

    For a while, Kaz successfully pairs them up with families who can't have children, or just those ready to love more. Perhaps he even sends some to live with Wylan and Jesper!

    But you know eventually, the timing just isn't going to work out, or some children really catch Kaz's eye for one reason or another.

    Before anyone knows what happened, he's just seamlessly blended them into the Crow Club. Most people probably don't even realize they're his. Because I'm sure he makes it known that certain children are just good investments to keep around.

    And Mama Wraith will roll her eyes whenever he says that, and hug all her little children close to her.

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  • jordiethepoolfloatie
    02.12.2021 - 4 days ago

    headcanon that Inej likes her tea prepared a very specific way so she always makes it for herself, and Kaz secretly learns how to do it

    #cries in kanej #kazzle dazzle#knife wife #inej ghafa my beloved #treasure of my heart #captain ghafa#kazoo brekker#dirtyhands#inej ghafa#kaz brekker#the wraith #bastard of the barrel #six of crows #grishaverse #crooked kingdom #and my crooked mental state
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  • wylan-van-moonlight
    01.12.2021 - 5 days ago

    wylan: ITS CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!

    kaz: not yet

    jesper: ITS CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    nina: ITS CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    kaz: oh sweet saints- they need help

    inej: LIKE YOU DONT? ITS CHRISTMAS!!

    kaz: not you too

    #grishaverse #six of crows #wylan van eck #wylan my beloved #jesper fahey#wesper #jesper my beloved #incorrect grishaverse #wylan and kaz #kazzle dazzle#kaz brekker#kazoo brekker#captain inej #inej my beloved #my darling inej #i love inej #inej ghafa #six of crows inej #nina my beloved #nina x waffles #nina zenik
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  • ketterdam-it
    30.11.2021 - 6 days ago

    Jesper: Ghezen, you’re such a squid, Kaz.

    Kaz: ??????????????

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  • ketterdam-it
    29.11.2021 - 1 week ago

    Kaz: You’re an idiot.

    Jesper: What proof do you have??

    Kaz: *Gestures to everything*

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  • ketterdam-it
    20.11.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    Waters ~ Part Six ~ The End

    Hey y'all, it's Maya and Emma! This is the final part of our Halloween Fic collab. We've loved every part of writing this series, and making all our ideas come to life for all of you. We hope y'all love it as much as we do!
    @emmaannaelisabeth @ketterdam-it
    TW: Angst, Psychosis

    Jordie sits on the floor of his room. Mama said that he could play while she fixed breakfast and talked to Papa. He sits with his legs crossed, looking at Dirtle Turtles as he slowly makes his way over the carpet. The boy reaches out his hand to the turtle and strokes his hard shell. “Do you know what happened with Papa, Dirtles?”

    A puzzled frown stains Jordie’s face and he tilts his head to look better at Dirtles. The turtle doesn’t seem to know and well to be honest that isn’t very strange because first of all he is a turtle and secondly he didn’t see anything and thirdly he was probably sleeping because Dirtles sleeps a lot much more than Jordie does and sometimes that is a bit annoying because he disappears into his shell and then Jordie doesn’t have anyone to play with.

    Jordie doesn’t know what happened with Papa either. He just froze and then his eyes got big and something scary flickered in them, as if he was someone else and not Papa who gives perfect hugs.

    The sound of something breaking, almost like glass shattering, makes Jordie look up. The sound came from the bathroom. “Wait here, Dirtles”, he says and stands up, runs to the bathroom to see what happened, Maybe it was the mirror? Jordie giggles to himself. I’ve never seen a broken mirror before.

    Jordie reaches out to grab the doorknob, but it’s locked. Jordie frowns, but it’s quickly replaced by a laugh, my lockpicks! He runs back to his room, picking out his special set Papa had given him.

    This lock isn't hard, all he has to do is slide one pick straight in to pop it open, a small click and Jordie laughs, opening the door. Maybe Papa is playing, he thinks, excited to see his Papa’s face when he sees how fast he unlocked the door. This may be Jordie’s fastest time yet, and he can’t wait to tell Mama too.

    “Papa-” He sees Papa kneeled on the ground, shattered glass around him, it’s so pretty, almost like the blades of Mama’s knives, almost like glitter in the light.

    Jordie’s brows knit together when he doesn’t get a response, he walks over and sits on his knees, down next to Kaz, careful not to touch the glass; Mama says broken glass is dangerous, “Papa?”

    Kaz doesn’t move and Jordie feels the tears well in his eyes, what’s wrong? He reaches out a small hand, he doesn’t want to touch Papa without him saying it’s okay, but Papa might be hurt. Jordie taps him lightly on the shoulder, tears threatening to spill. Why is the ground wet?

    In an instant Kaz whips his head up, grabbing Jordies wrist tightly with gloved hands, it hurts, Why is Papa wearing gloves? The look in Kaz’s eyes terrifies Jordie, it makes him want to cry, want to scream, to run away and hide.

    “Papa?” Now the tears run rivers down Jordie’s cheeks, he wants his Mama, he wants his Papa, but not like this. The look on Kaz’s face is not that of love, or playing, it’s of fear, rage, anger, but most of all, unknowing. Jordie screams for Mama.

    Papa stares at him like he stares at those people that work for him, he has that same stare as when they have done something wrong or disappointed him. Jordie’s face screws up with a sob and he tries to pull away, but Papa doesn’t let go. Instead, he stands up, still holding Jordie’s wrist. Another  sob passes Jordie’s lips. “Papa, stop, it hurts.”

    Twisting Jordie’s hand slowly, Papa lowers his gaze to look at it. He has the same look as he looks at those pages with all the numbers on them. He doesn’t speak and Jordie gasps for air in between the sobs. He doesn’t understand. What’s wrong with Papa? Those eyes aren’t Papa’s.

    Then, Papa lets go and Jordie backs away, clutching his wrist. He trembles where he stands, Papa has never done anything like this and it hurt it really hurt and Jordie is scared he’s never felt like this before it’s like his legs could give way and the world is spinning and something dark and hollow has spread inside him and Jordie feels more alone than he has ever felt before.

    Papa doesn’t even look at him when he leaves the room. Jordie swallows hard and grabs Papa’s sleeve, careful not to touch him more than the fabric. “Papa”, he whispers. All Jordie wants is a hug, for Papa to tell him everything is alright, that they’ll go to the lake on Sunday, that they’ll play chess like they usually do, that they’ll go to Uncle Wylan Dylan and Uncle Jeppe.

    But Papa turns his head and his eyes glow like ice that burns. Jordie hasn’t seen it, but he’s sure it looks like that. “Don’t touch me”, he hisses and snatches his hand back with such force that Jordie falls to his knees on the hard floor. He hears Papa leave and feels everything inside well up like a river that he can’t stop and it rushes through him, spills out of his eyes even more than before.

    Papa has never been like this.

    What did I do?

    Jordie lies down on the floor and curls up, wraps his arms around his knees and sobs. His small body trembles where he lies among the shards of the mirror. He’s sobbing too hard to hear the frantic picking on the small window. If he’d looked up, he would have seen a big black crow, hitting against the glass with its beak, cawing again and again. But Jordie doesn’t look up, and he doesn’t stop crying.

    What did I do?

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  • medieval-atkinson
    19.11.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    cap!

    cap who?

    its ghafa

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  • r10me
    18.11.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    TW : implied s*xual assault ( Inej's time at the Menagerie)

    The story of Inej Ghafa , in four parts

    ( Click on the picture for better quality )

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  • ketterdam-it
    13.11.2021 - 3 weeks ago

    Waters ~ Part Five

    Hey y’all, it’s Maya and Emma! This is part five of our Halloween Fic collab! We hope you love it!
    @emmaannaelisabeth @ketterdam-it
    TW: Angst, Psychosis, Blood, Death

    Kaz slams the door shut behind him. He breathes in and out, his chest heaves and narrows rapidly. His panicked breaths sound like those of an animal, chased and cornered in a trap with no way out.  No way out. Kaz feels his hands shake, his guts twist with fear and his legs feel like they will give out any moment. He feels cold, he sweats. What the hell is happening?

    You killed them, Kaz. They’re all going to die. Because of you.

    “They’re alive”, he hisses to the voices in his head, to the echoes of a child he knows well, a child who died, and a child who came to life.

    Everyone you love dies. It’s just a matter of time.

    Kaz sobs and hides his face in his hands. “No!” he gasps, shakes his head. “No, no they’re alive.” But the voice keeps taunting him, no matter what Kaz says, no matter how many times he yells at it or begs it to stop.

    They’re dead. It’s in front of him, the voice. Kaz shakes his head.

    They’ll die. As always, merciless. “No, no, no”, Kaz mumbles.

    You’ll fail. You’ll fail them all. You can’t protect them. The voice echoes behind him, and Kaz stumbles forward, spins around, gasps.

    Jordie will catch the plague. It’ll come back. Kaz shudders, shakes his head, whimpers a no, snaps his head to the side to catch the origin of the voice. A shadow flies past him.

    You’ll drop Ava. The shadow moves to the other side, Kaz spins around, almost loses his balance. His voice breaks. “No, I would never-”

    Inej will wear silks again. Kaz sobs. “No- no she- I paid-” He feels a push in the back and falls to his knees, hard. He bows forward, his hands hit the floor, Kaz can’t breathe. What is real? What’s not? He remembers paying off her indenture, he does. But what if it’s only in his head? What if this is just a sick dream? What if-

    They won’t forgive you. Kaz bows his head. He shivers.

    “There is no forgiveness that you can earn”, that same voice says. Except that now, it comes from a small boy standing right in front of him.

    He’s small, no older than nine, dark brown hair, and bright blue eyes, darkened by the hate in his voice, “Who are you?” But he knows, and the boy laughs.

    “The only version of you that matters” The voice is no longer in his head, no, these words come from the mouth of the child in front of him. The one who has just propped himself up onto the counter.

    “We are not the same.” He is Kaz Ghafa, he is not the product of Reapers Barge, he has built himself into the man he is today.

    “The blood on your hands disagrees.” To Kaz’s horror, his hands are once again covered in crimson. It stains his sleeves and runs down his arms. No no no.

    “Rietveld was weak, he died easily, Brekker was too easily swayed by love, he’s gone too. But me? You can never truly bury me. I am you when this facade falls away, at the end of the day, you and I are the same. And you will never be able to wash away that blood.” The boys peaks with the swiftness Kaz used to, years ago, when  his words were aimed to kill, and they did.

    The despair in Kaz’s heart grows, this isn’t true, it can’t be. I am a good man. The boy shakes his head.

    “If you were, your family would still be alive. He would still be alive.” He gestures to the tub, now full, a murky liquid sloshes over the sides. A grey, bloated hand reaches up, gripping the side of the tub as it pulls itself from the water.

    Kaz wants to disappear, he wants to run, he wants to close his eyes and open them and be in Inej’s warm comforting arms. His body electrifies with horror and every fiber in his being screams at him to get away.

    The face that haunts him still appears, grey and pale and bloated and horrid. Jordie. The boy, disfigured from being in the water, heaves himself up, steps out of the bathtub and Kaz can’t breathe. In Jordie’s swollen thick fingers there’s a cup, looking exactly like the one that stood on the dining table last night. Ghezen, Kaz thinks.

    “He can’t hear you”, says the boy on the counter. He fiddles on his shirt sleeve and meets Kaz’s confused gaze. “Oh”, he giggles. “You still don’t know if he’s real?” Dirtyhands pulls a hand through his hair, frowns slightly, as if to remember something. “He was, he actually was real”, he then says. “Then I killed him.”

    Kaz stares at the boy on the counter, at his cold eyes and polished shoes. “What?”

    “Look at him, Ghafa”, Dirtyhands says, changing the subject. “You say you’re a good man, then..” The boy laughs, runs his hand over his mouth, rubs his chin. “What kind of good man doesn’t close the eyes of a dead child?”

    Kaz turns his face away, stares at his hands, still covered in slippery crimson. Dirtyhands jumps down from the and squats down in front of Kaz. He lifts his hand and Kaz can’t help but stare. It’s white. There’s not a single spot of skin not covered by scar tissue, thick and uneven, ugly. His nails look more like claws than actual nails.

    A shiver runs up Kaz’s spine as Dirtyhands moves the hand to Kaz’s chin. A gasp passes Kaz’s lips as the boy twists his jaw, forcing him to face Jordie’s horrible figure. His skin burns like brimstone under the boy’s fingers, as if it was withering and dying just from his mere touch.

    “Look”, the boy hisses, and Kaz sobs. Jordie seems to flicker, like a light in the wind. One second he’s dead and bloated and soaked, the next he’s standing there, his cheeks a warm pale pink and his body slim and graceful as it used to be. “This is what you did to him.”

    Kaz sobs and Dirtyhands lets go. He takes a step back, throws a couple of gloves at Kaz. “Put them on.”

    “No.” He straightens his posture. Dirtyhands shakes his head and slaps Kaz hard across the face, his claws dig into his cheek, leaving hot streaks of red behind. Kaz’s face burns.

    “Put them on.” The boy- the creature-, hisses at him. Now Kaz obeys, slowly he pulls on soaking wet, black leather, gloves. The once familiar, comforting feeling, now tainted, sends shivers down his spine. He wants to run, to scream. He feels the leather itch on his skin, almost as if it grew into his hands, became a permanent part of him. Kaz lets out a desperate sigh and tries to get them off, but they simply won’t let go of him.

    “The hunter is now the hunted”, the boy says. “How does it feel to be trapped?” He lifts his gaze and stares into Kaz’s eyes, shakes his head slowly. “So many years”, he huffs, a wicked grin spreads over the boy’s face. “So many years I’ve been pushed away, hidden, in the back of your mind.” He almost spits the words out as he walks up to Kaz.

    “Do you have any idea how it feels?” Dirtyhands squints his eyes, tilts his head to the side, the corner of his mouth twitches. Kaz can’t do anything but stare. He can’t move, can’t think.

    Then the boy flicks his sleeve, and an oyster shucking knife appears in his little monstrous hand. Kaz tenses, he knows that tidy, wicked blade. A shudder shakes his body as the boy rips his shirt open, but Kaz can’t find it in him to move, he’s frozen.

    The boy smiles and makes a neat slash right over Kaz’s heart, and before Kaz can draw a breath to cry out, he makes a second cut in the opposite direction, nearly a perfect X. Kaz whimpers and grits his teeth. Blood trickles down his chest, stains his white shirt.

    Then Dirtyhands flips the knife around and sticks it into Kaz’s chest, let’s the blade sink deep in between his ribs. Kaz gasps and states wide eyed at the boy, tears fill his eyes. This is it.

    Pain courses through every fibre in his body, and Kaz doesn’t know what to do, where to go to even try to cope with the pain as the thing in front of him twists and bends the knife, cracks his ribs. Kaz doesn’t scream, yet he does. Dirtyhands dives his hand deep into the cut and grabs the broken rib, bends it out so that his hand can slip into his rib cage.

    Kaz thinks he’ll pass out. He’s never experienced any pain like this in his whole life. The boy huffs and pulls back out with a sickening wet sound. Kaz closes his eyes, and when he opens them, he can’t believe them.

    In the boy’s hand lies his heart, beating with rattled unnatural beats. Kaz drowns in horror. What- The boy stares at the heart, squeezes it between his horrid fingers. Something smells like it burns. And then the heart transforms into a black dried out lump in the boy’s hand. Kaz can’t even blink before the heart has turned into ash and disappeared, disintegrated into nothing.

    The cavity in his chest bleeds, and the area surrounding it turns a sickly, purple and black, “Very good.” Dirtyhands says, pulling Kaz up to stand, he is much shorter than Kaz, but the fear is no less. His mind swims, he is not in the bathroom, now he’s in Reaper’s Barge, bodies piled on top of him, suffocating him. Another slap across the face slams him back to reality, the cold tile on his feet, the unbearable pain throughout his body, the creature before him.

    Panic thumps in his chest where his heart would have been, it fills him entirely, leaving no room for strength or rage. Once again it brings him to his knees and the child before him laughs, “Pathetic. It’s time.” He nods to Jordie, still caught between life and death.

    “My- My family..” Kaz tries to beg, he tries to plead, he has a son, a daughter, a beautiful wife, but slowly their memory fades. The knowledge of them is gone and he is numb, he is not Kaz Ghafa, not anymore. He is a shell, now Dirtyhands is smiling. Kaz hardly notices at first, as Dirtyhands snaps and the mirror shatters, as Jordie claps his hands together, shattering the cup of chocolate on the bathroom floor. But soon the water from the tub is crashing down on him, black and thick. The smell of death, the smell of rot surrounds him and Jordie drags him below the surface. Water threatens to fill his lungs, and he breathes in, accepting it.

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  • wylan-van-moonlight
    09.11.2021 - 3 weeks ago

    zoya: and then the best thing to do is strike

    kazzle: no

    zoya: yes

    nikolai: yes

    inej: no

    wylan: yes

    kazzle: WYLAN YOUR ON OUR SIDE

    #wylan: lol soz #grishaverse #six of crows #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wylan my beloved #wesper #jesper my beloved #incorrect grishaverse #incorrect six of crows #kaz brekker#kazzle dazzle#kazoo#captain inej #my darling inej #i love inej #inej my beloved #inej ghafa #zoya my beloved #zoyalai#queen zoya#zoya nazyalensky #nikolai x zoya #king nikolai#prince nikolai#nikolai lantsov #nikolai my beloved #crooked kingdom #rule of wolves
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  • adele-edem-mini-rusalye
    09.11.2021 - 3 weeks ago
    She was not a lynx or a spider or even the Wraith. She was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above.

    ⚔ Six of crows ⚔

    Captain Ghafa is here. She definitly will be the Queen of the True Sea! Retribution for slavers!

    Besides, in my headcanon Inej and Nikolai Lantsov aka Sturmhond are closest friends. Both of them were created for the sea. Miss Ghafa is a magnificent acrobat, she is the Wraith of Ketterdam - what is tequelage for her? I think, Inej would give our king a Suli nickname, that means something like "sea brother" and Nikolai would start to call her "sea sister". In my headcanon.

    #inej ghafa #inej ghafa aesthetic #captain ghafa#crows #we love crows #grishaverse #six of crows #crooked kingdom #netflix shadow and bone #grisha netflix#leigh bardugo#aesthetic#powerful women#nikolai lantsov #inej's and nikolai's headcanon friendship
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  • ketterdam-it
    08.11.2021 - 4 weeks ago

    Kaz after watching a movie that nearly made him cry: The plot sucked, and the characters were worse, in short, I hated it

    #kanej#kaz brekker #shadow and bone #six of crows #kaz#soc#fanfic#inej ghafa #kaz x inej #my darling inej #helnik#wesper#malina#captain ghafa#leigh bardugo#the darkling#alina starkov #soc incorrect quotes #incorrect six of crows #Matthias helvar#Nina zenik #wylan van eck #jesper fahey#crooked kingdom#kazzle dazzle #kaz dirtyhands brekker
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  • wylan-van-moonlight
    07.11.2021 - 4 weeks ago

    kazzle: I did something bad

    inej: okay

    kazzle dazzle: do you not want to know

    inej: no

    kazzle: lol soz

    #grishaverse #six of crows #kazzle dazzle#kaz brekker#lol soz #inej my beloved #my darling inej #i love inej #captain inej#inej ghafa #*cries in kanej* #kanej my beloved #kanej
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  • wylan-van-moonlight
    07.11.2021 - 4 weeks ago

    kaz: tell me something bad

    inej: wylan cried last night

    kaz: I said something bad

    #inej: THAT IS BAD KAZ #kaz: lol soz #lol soz#kazzle dazzle#kaz brekker #kaz: life is like insurance it runs out #kaz is the cool uncle #grishaverse #six of crows #inej my beloved #my darling inej #i love inej #captain inej#inej ghafa #wylan my beloved #wylan fahey #wylan van eck #incorrect grishaverse #incorrect six of crows
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  • wylan-van-moonlight
    07.11.2021 - 4 weeks ago

    Kaz: I just love it when someone tells me drama, don't you?

    Random person: please, I'm begging you

    Kaz: stfu I'm talking

    #grishaverse #six of crows #kazzle dazzle#kaz brekker #kaz: life is like insurance it runs out #kaz is the cool uncle #incorrect six of crows #incorrect grishaverse#jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wesper #wylan my beloved #jesper my beloved #king nikolai#nikolai lantsov #inej my beloved #my darling inej #i love inej #captain inej#inej ghafa #nina my beloved #nina zenik
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  • ketterdam-it
    06.11.2021 - 1 mont ago

    Kaz Brekker is just Robin from Teen Titans Go in disguise.

    #kanej#kaz brekker #shadow and bone #six of crows #kaz#soc#fanfic#inej ghafa #kaz x inej #my darling inej #helnik#wesper#malina#captain ghafa#leigh bardugo#the darkling#alina starkov #soc incorrect quotes #incorrect six of crows #Matthias helvar#Nina zenik #wylan van eck #jesper fahey#crooked kingdom#kazzle dazzle #kaz dirtyhands brekker
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  • wylan-van-moonlight
    06.11.2021 - 1 mont ago

    Wylan and Jesper making out:

    Matthias: WH- EWWW

    Nina: awwww

    Inej: *traumatized*

    #grishaverse #six of crows #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wesper #wylan my beloved #jesper my beloved #nina sings in the shower #nina my beloved #nina zenik #nina x waffles #matthias helvar#captain inej #inej my beloved #my darling inej #i love inej #inej ghafa #inej my queen #incorrect six of crows #incorrect grishaverse
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  • ketterdam-it
    06.11.2021 - 1 mont ago

    Waters ~ Part Four

    Hey y’all, it’s Maya and Emma! This is part four of our Halloween Fic collab! We hope you love it!
    @emmaannaelisabeth @ketterdam-it
    TW: Angst, Psychosis, Death

    He runs, heeding the shadow’s warning, obeying it’s command. His feet carry him through the hall, pain shooting through his leg, his mind adrift, he’s in the kitchen now and it takes him a moment to process his surroundings. Inej is here. I am safe- No- I need to protect Inej. I need to protect my family. Kaz drops into a fighting stance, gripping his cane. He needs to protect his family, but truly, he needs someone to protect him.

    “Kaz, what’s going on?” Inej asks, worry fills her voice, but it doesn’t register, “Kaz?!”

    Kaz spins around, finally hearing her, “Inej, you need to take Jordie and Ava and leave.” His words are frantic, and terror rages within him. Run. Fight. Scream.

    “Shhh Kaz, what’s wrong? Talk quietly or you’ll wake them.” Inej responds, taking a knife from the counter, and one from beneath her robe, she prepares for a fight, for something, but nothing comes, no one comes.

    “It’s a- Inej- A monster.” Kaz says, fear jumbling his words, and his thoughts.

    “Oh Kaz. Come here.” She puts her knives away and finally Kaz feels as though she finally understands. He is safe. Kaz walks to Inej and he can feel his hands shaking. She smooths his hair, so gently, and Kaz leans into the gesture. It fills him with warmth, and the shadow, the fog, the fear, it dissipates, and Kaz can breathe. Soft golden light fills his heart, and the room isn't so dark anymore.

    The patter of steps come down the hall and Kaz whips around to look, his guard up once again. “Papa!” Jordie says excitedly and runs into Kaz’s arms, smiling.

    Kaz pushes away the fear inside, feels his heart stagger as it tries to find its way back to himself, to the father he is and the safety he’s supposed - and wants, needs - to  be able to give Jordie.

    “Such an early bird”, Kaz mumbles and lifts his hand to stroke Jordie’s hair. He’s gone so many years without thinking before doing things like that, but now, as his fingers brush Jordie’s forehead, Kaz feels his whole being revolt against him. The ground sways beneath him, he feels like he can’t breathe. But Jordie giggles and Kaz forces a smile, tries his best to shake off the shivers that run up along his spine. He grits his teeth and swallows hard - this is Jordie, this is his son. And he is alive.

    But as Kaz lets his gaze wander over the small boy’s face, his heart grows cold, his eyes widen in horror. Jordie’s skin loses its colour and his glittering eyes turn grey and cloudy. Kaz tenses, a tremor courses through him, he shakes his head, first slow then quicker and quicker. The small boy in his arms feels cold, cold and stiff, and Kaz gasps. This isn’t real, this isn’t real.

    “Papa?” the corpse in Kaz’s arms says, and Kaz holds his breath, stares at the dead boy that now for some reason turns his head, no, shakes his head. “Papa?”

    Papa? Who is saying that? This boy- No this is a corpse. “Kaz?”

    What? Who’s saying my name? Kaz breathes quickly, feels his heart drum against his ribs. He squeezes his eyes shut and frowns, tries to calm down, just like Inej taught him. When he opens his eyes again, the colour is back on Jordie’s face. The greyness in his eyes has trickled down his cheeks as tears. Kaz immediately feels his heart break in two. “Jordie…” he begins, but the little boy’s face screws up with a sob and he twists in Kaz’s arms and reaches for Inej.

    “Shhh, Jordie”, she soothes and takes him into her arms. Kaz sighs and looks away, knowing Inej’s eyes search his. “Kaz?” Her voice breaks through Jordie’s sobs. “Kaz, talk to me..”

    Kaz meets her gaze and is just about to say something - what, he isn’t really sure of yet, but it is something - when Ava’s cries make Inej turn around towards their bedroom. “Oh, Saints, not now-”

    “I got it”, Kaz says and attempts to walk past Inej. He stops when she puts a hand gently on his arm. Blue eyes meet brown like the shore stillens the sea at the beach. She frowns; that special wrinkle between her eyebrows that only shows when she’s truly concerned throws a veil of worry over her features.

    Kaz blinks slowly and nods, the fragment of a smile hides in the corner of his mouth. For some reason, he is sure he can do this. There’s just something with hearing his daughter cry that makes all that horror inside go away. His child needs him, and the way his baby calls for him makes his heart beat in a way it never has before. He would come for her, he needed to come for her, because she depended on him.

    Dirtyhands wouldn’t have. If he had, it would’ve been to get rid of the noise; the mere thought makes Kaz’s guts twist. Brekker would perhaps have considered it, coming for her when she cried. But he would most likely have yelled at someone else to take care of her.

    Rietveld wouldn’t have known what to do. Ghafa does. Kaz Ghafa knows, because this is who he is, and he can’t ignore Ava when she cries. That’s just not what he does.

    When he reaches her crib he leans down, carefully picking her up and soothing her cries. He stands there, slightly bouncing back and forth till Ava begins to smile. He pats her back  gently.

    “There we go.” Kaz whispers, smiling, he takes Ava out of the bedroom and back to the kitchen.

    When he reaches the Kitchen, Inej is there, sipping a cup of tea, “Was everything alright?”

    “It seems we may have two early risers on our hands.” Kaz smiled, still bouncing the baby just a bit.

    “Kaz,” He looked up to meet her gaze, he knew what was coming, he just wished for normalcy after all he’d been going through, “We need to talk about what happened with JJ.”

    There are so many things Kaz wishes to say, but the words escape him, “Look how beautiful our little girl is.” Kaz says, smiling, he wants to tell her, he wants to forget it, he wants to be held, he wants to be alone.

    “You need to talk to me about this, you scared him, Kaz, you scared me.” Kaz looks to her once again, guilt is like a punch to the jaw, he wants to tell her but the words die on his tongue.

    “He was- Well- Inej.” He tries to get his words in order, “He was dead Inej.”

    “What do you mean?” Worry seems to cloud her face as he watches her, but then it does, it clouds it, or something does. A fog begins to appear, floating around Inej.

    “Inej, come here,” Kaz says, right before it envelops her, and Inej turns to look behind her.

    As Inej looks back, to face Kaz, confusion written across her features, she starts walking toward him. Purple silks begin to dance around her. Kaz wonders where they came from, but there are far worse things to worry about now. Inej’s eyes go dull, grey, and cloudy, her skin lacking its usual beautiful warm tones,  it is now a pale, greenish-grey. She opens her mouth as if to speak and a sash of silk wraps itself around her neck.

    Invisible hands pull tight and Kaz watches, frozen with terror, clutching Ava to his chest as Inej tries to pull the silk from her throat. A storm swirls around her, with all it’s hellish silk and bells, and little spots, those of a lynx, are now  painted on her bloated skin.

    “Give her to me Kaz.” Inej finally speaks- hisses, reaching for Ava, Kaz stumbles backward away from her, away from the claws that threaten to steal his baby. He clutches her tighter to his chest, mustn’t let her have Ava, she’s all he has left. Panic courses through him, protect her.

    “Let her have the baby, they’re both dead now anyway,” A child's voice taunts him, so similar to his own so long ago. Kaz looks at Ava in his arms, fear and horror rip through him as the voice continues, “You killed them, Kaz, it was your fault,” The voice says with a laugh that reverberates in Kaz’s head.

    Sores cover Ava’s face, her eyes are shut and Kaz knows if they were open, they too would lack any sign of life. In his arms he can no longer feel her heartbeat and her soft golden skin has gone clammy. Kaz tries to breathe but the air evades his lungs. He clutches Ava to his chest, still gasping for air that does not come. Please, please, don’t let this be real, he squeezes his eyes shut.

    “Kaz!” Her voice finally pulls him from the depths of this Hell. The storm is gone, Ava is wailing and tears stream down Inej’s face. Kaz can breathe but he doesn’t know if he wants to. No, no, no, what have I done? No, they were dead… He doesn’t know what’s real anymore.

    Inej reaches for the child and Kaz shouts, staggering backward, still not excepting of this ever-changing reality. Inej runs forward, fear in her eyes and takes Ava from his arms.

    Kaz meets her eyes. Fear is what he sees and he’s sure that’s what she sees too. Once again, he is staggering  down the hall, he can't do this, his fingers tingle with the remnants of death on his hands. He wants to run but his body refuses to obey, his leg sends shockwaves of pain through him. Despite the pain, despite his leg, he stumbles forward, doing his best to run.

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  • ketterdam-it
    03.11.2021 - 1 mont ago

    The Crows: *Not following the plan™️*

    Kaz: This family makes me want to murder people

    #kanej#kaz brekker #shadow and bone #six of crows #kaz#soc#fanfic#inej ghafa #kaz x inej #my darling inej #leigh bardugo#the darkling#the grishaverse#alina starkov#malina#wesper#helnik #wylan van eck #jesper fahey#captain ghafa#Nina zenik#Matthias helvar #soc incorrect quotes #incorrect six of crows #kazzle dazzle #kaz dirtyhands brekker #crooked kingdom
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  • wylan-van-moonlight
    02.11.2021 - 1 mont ago

    Grishaverse characters walking in on Nikolai and Zoya making out

    Genya: :o

    David: *covers eyes and runs into wall*

    Nina: ooooo

    Kaz: *walks away*

    Jesper: I SHIP! I SHIP IT!

    Wylan: *does the same as David but falls on the floor and needs Nikolai to help him up*

    Alina: I KNEW IT!

    Mal: gross

    The darkling: blah blah blah

    Tolya: *whispers in Nikolais ear while they are kissing* Need poetry? *Nikolai screams*

    Tamar: *walks away and closes door*

    Nadia: whoa

    Inej: NIKOLAI! I TOLD YOU TO LOCK THE DOOR!

    Matthias: *stands and watches with annoyed fjerdan face*

    Vasily: ooooo brother, you got a fan- *gets smacked*

    Zoya: Nikolai.. stop your mom is here

    Nikolai: Hahah good joke.

    Zoya: I'm serious

    Nikolai: *screams*

    Kuwei: *gay boi noises*

    the monster: *amazed* eat her

    #grishaverse #six of crows #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #jesper my beloved #wesper #wylan my beloved #kaz brekker#nina zenik #kanej my beloved #captain inej #incorrect six of crows #inej ghafa#incorrect grishaverse#king nikolai#prince nikolai#nikolai lantsov #zoya my beloved #zoya nazyalensky#queen zoya#zoyalai #nikolai my beloved
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